My writing life

Have you ever had one of those days where all you want to do is write but the universe is conspiring against you?  I seem to have those days more often than not - especially when I'm working.

When I'm on a project, I work 10-15 hours a day intensively.  When I get home, the last thing I want to do is look at more words on a page or create more.  I want to sleep.

Today I woke up with story ideas roaring through my brain.  I had snippets of dialogue yelling at me as I was showering, the image of a living room came to me as I was heading down the elevator to my car.  I drove to work with lines of dialogue on the tip of my tongue - and stepped into the world of someone else's imagination - a set from someone else's imagination and am looking at script pages with someone else's words on it.

I'm feeling awfully discombobulated.

I can only hope that the words stay with me - the emotion of this new story is easily retrievable when I sit down to write again on the weekend...  5 whole days away...  :: sigh ::